Soldier

Well, I’m still working on my next essay, but while I was doing that (procrastinating), I found this poem I wrote not long ago. I could explain why I wrote it, or what I intended it to be from my standpoint but the more I read it the more possible points of view I can imagine. So I figure, i’ll just leave it alone. Unless of course you’re curious, in which case, comment with your email. Of course, that’s really giving myself a lot more credit in the readership department. Anyway, enough babble, here’s more babble but with a rhyme scheme!

smooth, calm intoxication seep through your
skin like nicotine, like sin
unabashed wit silences untamed fear
while inside you ask
will we, be alright?
will you help me, make it through the night?

And while your scars are on the inside
mine wave like a flag
to mourn each fallen soldier in the army
I never had

But darling, you’re gonna make it, and I’m always right.
You’ll survive ages past when your heart says goodnight.

That night you snuck away to make deals with
Satan’s second cousin.
But I saw just like a spy and through the pain
I fought to undo what you had done.
I whispered to your silent lips:
Do you see what you made me do?
Don’t you know? It’s all for you.

And now your scars are on the outside
and mine are standing still to mourn you,
the only fallen soldier in my war
of selfish will.

But darling, you’re gonna make it, and I’m always right.
You’ll survive ages past when your heart says goodnight.